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“¡Si me llamaras, sí,
si me llamaras!
Lo dejaría todo,
todo lo tiraría;
los precios, los catálogos,
el azul del océano en los mapas,
los días y sus noches,
los telegramas viejos
y un amor.
Tú, que no eres mi amor,
¡si me llamaras!
Y aún espero tu voz:
telescopios abajo,
desde la estrella,
por espejos, por túneles,
por los años bisiestos
puede venir. No sé por dónde.
Desde el prodigio, siempre.
Porque si tú me llamas
—¡si me llamaras, sí, si me llamaras!—
será desde un milagro,
incógnito, sin verlo.
Nunca desde los labios que te beso,
nunca
desde la voz que dice: No te vayas.”
― Pedro Salinas, La voce a te dovuta

“We will tell each other that
we can't choose
between one country and another,
we will tell each other
that we kill
even if we don't want to,
we will regret saying it
and we will start
all over again.
Your pain will hang inside mine, mine inside yours, you will
comb my hair, and I will comb yours.
You will press your ears against my wall,
I will press mine against your body,
we will love and search
we will try and live
with what follows us–
but no one can change this:
we are unable to tear
our eyes from each other”
― Nathalie Handal, [(Poet in Andalucia)] [Author: Nathalie Handal] published on

“My monolithic expectation of what a woman’s body was supposed to look like had no bearing on what actually happened to my body. The two things were wholly unrelated. I never became the woman I imagined. And what was I expecting?”
― Mieko Kawakami, Breasts and Eggs

“That's what time was like, along with the things occupying it, that it made the feelings connected to any memory seem worthless.”
― Semezdin Mehmedinović, Sarajevo Blues